someone asked me if i regretted meeting you.
the easy answer is 'yes', i guess.
you left a bloody stain on my favorite
shirt, and left a hatred i could never process.the not-so-easy answer is...
i regret knowing you, and still,
i could never regret all you've put me through.how could i regret nights of fistfights
dimly lit and wet with tears, blood and
cheap-stolen whisky?how could i regret running through avenues
and into strangers' houses to escape
knifes and, worse yet, exes?how could i regret strobe-lights and music
so loud that our bones rattled and laughed
with promises of no tomorrow?i could never regret lips burning with the seven
shots i just chased with another three, heart burning
with the sight and the taste of someone else.i could never bring myself to regretting
folley and foolishness, fear and far too
many fallings into the cold concrete.i could never regret screaming at the top
of my lungs to some stupid song that
said i'd crawl back to you.i don't regret meeting you.
i regret loving you.